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Her Pregnancy, My Exodus

Her Pregnancy, My Exodus

I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I’d painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I’d saved. For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality. Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant. For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra’s open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak. The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress. How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony? Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance? But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back. To my real life. To myself. For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo. Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam’s destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality. I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note.
Severed Ties: Marrying The Cursed Dragon Lord

Severed Ties: Marrying The Cursed Dragon Lord

I woke up to the searing agony of shattered ribs and a ruptured heart. I had transmigrated into the body of Alys, the "Dragonless" disgrace of a noble dragon-kin family. The original owner had just been beaten to death by her own brother. Her crime? Refusing to take her beloved sister's place in a marriage to a cursed, notoriously cruel Dragon Lord. As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, my brother raised his foot to kick me again. "Will you marry him, or not? Don't make me do it again, you family disgrace!" My beautiful sister Henrietta hid behind her fake tears, begging him to stop while her eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction. My parents didn't care about my fatal injuries. They only cared that I was breathing enough to be tossed into a carriage to save the family's honor. To them, my life was just a cheap bargaining chip to protect their precious youngest daughter. They expected me to submit in fear, to quietly accept my fate as a sacrificial lamb for this hypocritical family. They thought I would die silently in that cursed lord's frozen keep without a fight. But I am a top modern surgeon, not the weak girl they abused for twenty years. I looked at my so-called family with cold detachment and agreed to the substitute marriage. But first, I would extort a massive dowry, strip them of their most profitable assets, and force my father to sign a document severing all ties. I will marry the monster, but this time, I am playing by my own rules.
Love's Betrayal: The Unseen Daughter

Love's Betrayal: The Unseen Daughter

As a ghost, I watched my parents arrive at my crime scene. My mother, a renowned surgeon, and my father, the District Attorney, were there to consult on the brutal murder of an unidentified young woman. That young woman was me. But they didn't know. To them, I was just Jane Doe, a messy case and an inconvenient headline. My mother examined my broken body with chilling detachment, her analysis of the torture wounds purely clinical. My father arrived, complaining about the political fallout and the bad press. Standing just feet from my corpse, they discussed their "missing" daughter-me. "She's just being dramatic," my father scoffed. "Probably shacked up with some loser to get back at us." They were more worried about my adopted brother, the golden boy Javon, and his upcoming championship game. I was the family's problem in life, and it seemed I was an even bigger problem in death. The irony was a physical weight. They were talking about me, their lost daughter, while my body lay decomposing at their feet. They were blind, wrapped up in their perfect lives and their love for the son who orchestrated my end. But they would find out. The killer made one mistake. He forced me to swallow a tiny pet microchip, a clue registered in my name. A piece of evidence that would not only give me back my identity but would expose the monster they called a son and burn their perfect world to the ground.
Analia's peculiar wolf

Analia's peculiar wolf

Blurb Analia De'Nille was a very peculiar child right from birth. She was given birth to on a still night. Even after just coming into the world, the baby did not let out a single cry. She blinked and opened her eyes, and the midwife saw shocking grey eyes that resembled a storm for a newborn to have. The baby looked up at the woman with too clear eyes, sighed, and went back to sleep content. It did not seem like this child was going to live a normal life. Everything about her was far from normal. On her first birthday, she spoke her first words, to the shock of her parents.   "war"   She continued to play with her presents even as she kept repeating the word that strikes fear into most. Her mom, the ever-worrying parent, carried her and tried to coax the child into explaining. In her fear and shock, she completely forgot that it was not normal for a child at that age to say words, much less full sentences. Her parents tried to understand the enigma their daughter was, but to no avail. Six months before her second birthday, she got up from the blocks of toys she had arranged as armies on the floor of her nursery and moved to pick up the block at the other end of the room. No one was there to see her do what should have been impossible at that age, but on her second birthday, she walked again to a cup of punch that was on the table right beside the big happy second birthday cake. Her parents, shocked again by another impossible feat but not all that surprised, began to try to explain what happened to the guest. The excuse was that she was just a very fast developer. That seemed to ease their minds, but her parents were still concerned.   Years later, after several abnormal incidences, her parents finally came to terms with the fact that their painstakingly beautiful daughter, with her deep red hair that looked scarlet in particular light and stormy grey eyes, was not normal. She was special. But they were at a loss for what to do.   When she was 10 years old, she woke up in the night screaming and thrashing on the bed, fighting off whatever she was dreaming about. Her mother rushed to her room in panic, and when she looked at the child, she knew what she had to do.
The Mermaid He Sold Away

The Mermaid He Sold Away

I was Lot 734. A living, breathing mermaid, displayed in a massive tank, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. In the front row, watching it all, was Dr. Aris Thorne, the man who had promised me forever on a hidden beach, the man I had loved with my whole being. His colleagues had surrounded my secret cove with nets the day after he discovered my tail; he stood by, silently allowing my capture. He called me a "scientific anomaly," a "new species," transforming me from his beloved Lyra into a specimen for his research facility, where I was poked, prodded, and drained. His fiancée, Isabelle, delighted in tormenting me, kicking away my food, tapping on my tank, her laughter echoing his betrayal as he stood by, silent and complicit. I tried to tell him that she had sabotaged my tank, almost suffocating me, but he simply believed her tears over my frantic gasps. When he ripped my precious scales from my bleeding palm, claiming it was to "prevent contamination," I knew the man I loved was truly gone. My pain was just data points on his tablet as he watched Isabelle douse me in burning sterilization agents. He then sedated me, turning me into a docile object for auction, a car ready to be sold. I tried to fight back, unleashing a burst of raw power, shattering Isabelle's glass. He reacted by electrocuting me, then draining my tank, letting me suffocate on the dry concrete. Loathing in his eyes, he hissed, "If you try anything like that again, I will make sure you arrive at your new owner's home in pieces." Then, through my pain, a sharp voice cut through the haze: "Let's see the merchandise." The buyer's representative dismissed my "damaged" scales, demanding one more spectacle: "He wants to see her cry pearls. Make it happen." My last flicker of hope died when Aris, his voice flat, agreed.
The Wife Of Mr. Arres

The Wife Of Mr. Arres

"Stop pestering me Lauren, if you don't want to be hurt face to face remember this is my house" I lost my temper with her This bish, even if my husband and I have sex, he still has no right to hurt and yell at me, ever since I woke up from this body, I really run out of patience with him "You're only married on paper, remember that Carina" He smiled at me I kept quiet here in the garden when he approached me to disturb me "You don't care Lauren, what if we're married on paper, Find my pake.. If you don't stop, I'll make sure to smash the cup in your face" I'm very angry I have short tempered, I wasn't like this before but when I was in the body of this woman I became like this, I often get angry " Ohh really? Why don't you do that " I saw shion far away from here My eyebrows met even more Ahh, I think this girl is challenging me, she thinks I'm still Carina, well sorry, she's mistaken, she's against someone like me I know shion is just listening and watching saamin so it's fun I took the cup that was on the table while there was still some tea and faced him "Do you really think I can't do this? Gosh, Lauren, you don't know me very well, so be careful with every word you say," I said with a smile as he raised his eyebrows. I have no doubt that the cup was thrown at him and he screamed because the tea that was served was still hot "What the hell is wrong with you Carina" I grinned even more when Shion finally came out "B-Babe! she poured coffee on me! b-babe it's still hot" she said with tears in her eyes so I rolled my eyes because of her so much kindness " a-are you okay? " My eyes hurt even more because of them, shion turned to me I raised my eyebrows and looked at him and took the book I was reading "What the fvck is wrong with you?" he was angry with me so I looked at him with no use, I approached him and looked him in the eyes "Teach your girlfriend to stay away and leave me if I can't keep up with her, I'll make sure that's not all I'll do to her, remember that Shion, especially Lauren" I said without emotion to her and walked away immediately, I turned my back on them " CELINE! " I shouted while walking, Celine immediately came out "What is that, lady?" He politely said to me "Bring me snack in my room, put it on the veranda ASAP" I told him coldly and he nodded "I'll follow you, lady" he left Tsk, I thought today would be a good day.. I was wrong
Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

The first thing I felt upon waking was a fire burning inside me, yet all around me was nothing but frozen ice. I was Seraphina Carlisle, the most "useless" granddaughter of a Dragon Lord. Once swept away by fate to a higher plane, I had survived among interstellar empires and cosmic arcana, training to become a skilled interstellar medic and void operative. Now, inexplicably yanked back to my homeland, I was forced to once again play the part of the pitiful noble lady everyone trampled on. My cousin Cammie, all sweet smiles and hidden venom, had dosed me with a blood‑boiling aphrodisiac; she even paid a street thug to destroy me in the dark. Soon, she would lead a torch‑bearing crowd of high society into this cave, point at my torn clothes, and weep false tears, meaning to brand me a whore, steal my betrothed, and have me exiled to the deadly northern mines for life. But I was no longer the old Seraphina who could only swallow her humiliation in silence, not after the advanced civilizations and brutal training I had endured. What Cammie didn't know was that I had already beaten her thug half to death. And the man whose lap I now sat on, the one I had just used as my "antidote" to survive the poison's burn, was no vagrant. He was Aldric Beaumont, the dreaded Prince Regent. I steadied my breath, calmly straightened my dress, and prepared to wield his absolute power to make her pay back everything, with interest.